"I know it, and I've an errand I've got to do first," said Cateye, "But let me give you the rest of this postscript before I beat it. Bob goes on to give his brother a boost by saying: 'Judd's in great physical trim already. You should see him tackle three hundred pound hogs out here on the farm and throw 'em...'" A howl at this. "Better keep out of his way, Benz!" warned Curns, "You don't weigh that much but how you eat...!" Benz made a move in Curns' direction, Curns retreating. "Let me finish!" pleaded Cateye, "I'm in a big hurry, guys." "Shoot!" "Sure! Go ahead!" "'... and, with Coach Phillips to instruct him on kicking, just watch Judd boot that old pigskin'." concluded Cateye. "How's that for a real send-off?" Benz whistled, "Looks to me," he laughed, "Like Bob's trying to insure his brother getting a great reception by doing a rave about him. He's got my curiosity aroused at that. I'd like to look the boy over. What do you say, fellows, we all meet Judd at the train?" The suggestion was made impulsively and received just as impulsive a seconding. "Good idea!" "Give Judd a grand welcoming for Bob!" "Make him feel at home!" "All right," agreed Cateye, "Meet you at the train then." And he was off about his business. The afternoon train, packed with merry students returning to Bartlett after a long summer's vacation, puffed slowly and with apparent weariness up the slight grade and came to a stop not more than a block from the college. Although Bartlett was some three miles from anything which resembled a town it happened to be located near a railroad and the company, on special occasions, had conferred a favor upon the students by stopping at the college, thus saving numerous transportation bills. As the train pulled in, some fifteen or twenty students, led by Benz Hoffmaster, pushed to the front of the platform and peered eagerly through the passing windows, hoping to catch sight of the youth pictured in Bob's letter. Cateye, as yet, had not put in an appearance. He would have been of no help as to identification, however, for none in Bartlett had ever seen this expected new arrival. But it was likely that Judd, in some manner, would betray his identity. Returning students, piling from the coaches, were swallowed up by awaiting friends and roommates who swarmed about them, amid much backslapping and handshaking. Everyone was glad to see everyone else back. The confusion was such that the group on the look-out for a strange face and a someone to whom the surroundings were obviously new, about reached the conclusion that one Judd Billings had escaped their notice. "Or maybe he got so homesick he jumped off the train and's walking back to the farm," suggested Benz. At this instant attention was drawn to the last occupant of the last coach who stumbled awkwardly off the car platform and looked dazedly about. "There he is!" went up the shout.